Message-ID: <15129eli$9809100536@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Don Quixote Subject: (Don Quixote) "The Suit : Chapter XXV" {Mf nc bd} Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980909153649.19009.rocketmail@send104.yahoomail.com> WARNING -WARNING This text contains material of an explicit and adult nature. If you are not of an legal age to view such text DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER. Sensitive readers or readers that has religious or moral objections to sexually explicit material, Bondage, BDSM and or Sado Masochism are warned not to read the following text. The author will not take responsibility for any emotional, psychological, physical or other distress, damage or harm that may be that result of reading this text. Readers that live in countries where text of an explicit nature is forbidden read this text at their own discretion and of their own accord. The following text and characters are fictional and in no way reflects any known persons, situations or places. Any similarity to real life is purely co-incidental. The author retains ownership of the following material and grants the reader the right to freely distribute and re-produce the material only under the following circumstances: a) That said distribution is not in any way of financial interest to the distributor. THE SUIT Chapter XXV Sharon was way too shocked to say anything comprehensible. Instead she just lay there blinking her eyes while her mind did summersaults in an attempt to come to grips with this new surprise. This is it! I’m finally here! Oh God – what’s going to happen to me? How did I get here? Where is here? What is his name? He won’t hurt me will he? Can I trust him? What’s he like? Will he take the suit off? The last thought thundered through her head like a thunderbolt, yanking her back to reality. Ignoring the bowl of soup she quickly lifted the covers and peeked down at her breasts. With a disappointed groan she dropped the covers back onto her shiny, hard breasts. She looked back down at the bowl and shook her head, the groan had reminded her that swallowing would be a painful ordeal. As she tried to sit up she discovered her ankles had been bound together by something hard and heavy, probably iron manacles of some kind. She was forced to use both legs at the same time to push herself upright. He helped her by positioning some pillows behind her back and she settled down. “How are you feeling?” he asked, sitting down again. She gently touched to aching spot at the back of her head and discovered that her head was covered with a bandage. “That was quite a knock you took. I’m surprised you didn’t crack your skull.” Instead of answering she just looked him over. He was definitely the man from the club that has disappeared before she could confront him. He was still as tall as she’d remembered with big hands and feet. His arms and shoulders were broad and powerful, tapering down to a pleasantly thin waist and hips. His skin had a healthy tan and his jet-black hair looked shiny and clean. He had a handsome face with a strong nose and prominent, square chin. As he moved his body rippled and flowed with a supple, confident grace that she suspected came from years of dancing or martial arts. Everything about him spoke of wealth and confidence and power. He was exactly the kind of man she’d imagine in her dreams. The only thing that she didn’t like was his eyes. His eyes were steel gray and hard. There was something disconcerting about the way his eyes seemed to glare into her very soul without giving anything back. The smile on his face didn’t seem to reach his eyes and she felt a quick shudder go up her back. His eyes suggested dark secrets and deep, dangerous thoughts. He was the kind of man you could sleep next to for years and still you would know nothing about him. It took a few tries before she could get her voice to work. As it was her voice sounded weak and scratchy. “Where am I?” she asked. “At my place.” He said, ducking the question. Obviously he didn’t want to go into details. She tried a different approach. “And you are?” “My name is David.” “You made the suit didn’t you?” He nodded yes. “Why?” she asked. “Now is not the time to discuss it.” He said, rising out of the chair. “Please make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back to look in on you a little later.” “Where are you going?” she asked, the panic rising in her voice. He ignored her and headed for the door. “Why did you do this to me! Who are you? What do you want!” she cried as he walked out. With a faint click the door closed behind him and once again she was alone. For a long while she sat staring at the door, the thoughts and visions racing through her head. After a while the dam finally broke and she started sobbing into her arms. All the fear and stress of the last couple of days came flooding out in a torrent of emotion and her body shook as the sobs racked her body. After a long crying session she felt much better and refreshed. Her cheeks were streaked with her tears and she wiped her eyes with the back of her arm. She decided she felt strong enough to get out of bed so she pulled the covers to one side and swung her legs over the side. The first thing she noticed was the thin plastic pipe running from between her legs down the side of the bed. She peeked under the bed and discovered that the pipe went into the top of a glass bottle. The bottle was filled with a golden liquid and she realized it was her urine. The pipe was fixed to her crotch with a small rubber plug and she pulled it out easily. Wrinkling her nose in disgust she dropped the pipe next to the bottle and focused her attention on her ankles. As she’d suspected they were held in the firm embrace of a set of shiny, sturdy manacles. The manacles were connected to each other by a single chain link, allowing her very little movement. The sight of the shiny, smooth manacles had the unexpected effect of making her horny. Sharon sighed at herself, it seems even in the darkest, most desperate situations couldn’t suppress her body’s kinky instinct to come to the fore. Fastidiously ignoring her body’s erotic demands for attention she slowly rose to her feet and stood next to the bed. The combined effect of the bump on her head and her bound ankles made her sway alarmingly and she held onto one of the bed’s posts for support. After regaining enough of her composure and courage she took a small, tentative hop away from the bed. She immediately regretted it as her head started throbbing furiously from the slight movement. She waited for the pounding and nausea to abate before she continued. Rather than trying to hop she opted for a slow shuffle in the direction she wanted to go. She had to concentrate hard on keeping her balance and by the time she’d reached the window she was sweating profusely and her head was pounding like a sledgehammer. She rested by sitting down on the windowsill and examined her surroundings. The house was built in the modern style and she noticed the painted metal pipes and iron beams supporting the roof over her head. Even though the room had been artfully done in soft colors, the classical furniture seemed slightly out of place in the modern setting they were standing in. The room, and she suspected the rest of the house, had the strong, masculine feel of its owner. She looked out of the window and was surprised to discover that she was in a second story room. Her mind made a slight adjustment and she realized that the house had to be even bigger than what she’d imagined. There was a large lawn with a pool and clubhouse in one corner. A tall white wall that separated it from a lush green valley ringed the property. Sharon lay on the bed, staring at its canopy. There wasn’t any clock in the room and Joe had made off with her wristwatch so she had no idea what time it was. She felt certain that hours must’ve passed since David had left her alone and she was very bored and frustrated. She’d already inspected every nook and cranny of her quarters and there was nothing left for her to do. As she’d suspected her room was locked and the only place she could go was into her on-suite bathroom. She’d already taken a bath so there was nothing interesting for her there either. Her room had several closets and even a dressing table but there were no clothes, just some make-up. She was still ‘naked’ and to calm her frayed nerves she’d wrapped a large fluffy towel around her body. She rubbed her throat and winced as her tender skin complained. She’d discovered a large, swollen ring around her neck where the chain had bitten into her flesh and her neck and throat still felt tender. While bathing she’d removed the bandage from her head and inspected the wound. The skin was broken and she had an ugly bump but she’d survive. She didn’t have any clean dressing so she’d decided to let the wound air out. For the thousandth time that day she took a quick glance at the door. This wasn’t quite what she’d envisioned their meeting would be like. In her dreams she was usually bound and captive, but never in a thousand years would she have imagined him leaving her alone for hours on end. Wasn’t he interested in his prize? Didn’t he want to play with his possession? Had she disappointed him in some way? Sharon was no longer startled by these thoughts. The one thing that the suit has taught her was to be honest with herself. There was no use in denying her feelings. Yes she was afraid. Yes she was angry. Yes he had no right. And yet... Sharon got an enormous fright as the door opened and David entered. She blushed a crimson red and looked the other way – it was almost as if he’d read her mind. Even though she had the towel wrapped around her she still felt too naked for comfort and she used the bedspread to cover herself. David grinned at her actions but didn’t do anything to stop her. He was carrying a tray with food and set it down on a small table at the foot of the bed. “I trust your quarters are satisfactory?” he asked, settling himself down in the usual chair. She nodded in reply. “Anything you need?” he asked. “Some clothes would be nice.” She replied, still refusing to look him in the face. “Certainly. Arrangements have already been made.” He replied. “Anything else?” She looked down at her bound ankles. They have been a bloody hindrance the whole day but as she sat staring at their glistening metallic shine… She shook her head no. “Very well. Then I suggest we have lunch. After that you and I had better have a long chat.” He said and started dishing up the food. ---------------- All the previous Articles are now available at my homepage. Check out http://members.theglobe.com/D_Quixote Please note: This story is a work in progress and may change completely with the passage of time. Please let me know what you think (like most authors I feel like a parent releasing his baby to the world). Encouragement and ideas would be most welcome. Contact me at E-Mail : D_Quixote@Yahoo.Com Chat : AOL Instant Messenger - D Quix Don Quixote -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----